Lyrics The Fight - Scythian

The Fight

I’ve got blues
With holes in my shoes
Roadside’s leaving me all confused
But I figure it can’t be worse than yesterday
I got one on my left and one on my right
Two angels locked in a twelve round fight
And I’m wondering if it’ll ever go away
There are days when I trip on a rooted stone
Wake up in a boxcar all alone
On a runaway train headed straight for Guantanemo Bay
I been down in the cellar and out at home
Been this close to having the towel thrown
Then faded words com back and I hear them say
My daddy said: Son, don’t give up th fight
It’s a cold hard night, but the sun will rise in the morning
You gotta brush, brush off the dirt
No matter how much hurt
It won’t keep the wheels from churning
There’s a time when the cactus flowers
And when the sweetest buttermilk sours
Got to put your hand on a stone
And figure out which is when
There’s a time for fighting on the courtroom floor
A time you’d best run out the back door
You can always climb in through the kitchen window again
My daddy said: Son, don’t give up the fight
It’s a cold hard night, but the sun will rise in the morning
You gotta brush, brush off the dirt
No matter how much hurt
It won’t keep the wheels from churning
Woooo-hooo!
When the yoke gets heavy I whistle a tune
And think about a pretty girl I met in June
She stole my heart and she stole my wallet too
It don’t matter much ‘cause she pays me back
When I think about her smile going down the track
To the end of the line
Where I hope I get a new pair of shoes
Wooo!
Yeah!
My daddy said: Son, don’t give up the fight
It’s a cold hard night, but the sun will rise in the morning
You gotta brush, brush off the dirt
No matter how much hurt
It won’t keep the wheels from churning
And the wheels go on and on and on
You might as well go ahead and sing a song
Wheels go on and on and on
Just sing ‘till your troubles are long and gone
And the wheels go on and on and on
You might as well go ahead and sing a song
Wheels go on and on and on
Just sing ‘till your troubles are long and gone
And the wheels go on and on and on
You might as well go ahead and sing a song
Wheels go on and on and on
Just sing ‘till your troubles are long and gone
And the wheels go on and on and on
You might as well go ahead and sing a song
Wheels go on and on and on
Just sing ‘till your troubles are long and gone
Daddy said: Son, don’t give up the fight
It’s a cold hard night, but the sun will rise in the morning
You gotta brush, brush off the dirt
No matter how much hurt
It won’t keep the wheels from churning
‘Cause the sun will always rise up in the morning